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hope this is okay? // +3 // Barn, dec. 10th


as the story is told,

AniWaya was located in a very nice place. The scenery was beautiful and the smell of the ocean all around was definitely something that Dixie loved and missed. Back in Texas she could smell the salt water at all times, her home having been only a few miles off the coast of the Gulf. Despite the frequent tropical storms and hurricanes, her family loved it there and wouldn’t move away unless it was absolutely necessary. Up until the girl and her companion left, there had never been any reason. Dixie didn’t know anymore. Her family could be anywhere in the world, or even dead, and she had no way of knowing about them.

This place was perfect, and Dixie could see herself and Wayne living amongst these people someday…if Casa di Cavalieri was to ever disband, that it. AniWaya would be her first and foremost choice of packs to look at, and making friends within was a good idea in her mind. If they ever needed a place to stay, she wanted to insure their safety and ability to attain shelter.

Duke seemed to like the location as well, always throwing his head up in the air and whinnying happily as he took in a deep breath of the ocean air. He was covered in sand and burrs from the beach grasses, and needed to be brushed down badly. Dixie yipped at him and started jogging in the direction of where she knew the barn was located. The young stallion snorted and began trotting after her, quickly catching up and nudging her shoulder in a teasing manner. He liked to tease her about being short and slow sometimes, and even though he couldn’t speak high speech, she always understood what he was trying to say.

The barn was up ahead, a few horses scattered about outside grazing on the lush grass that grew even as the temperatures began to drop. They were all so gorgeous. Duke gave a soft call to warm them all that they were coming and bucked his hind legs into the air when most of them looked up. Show off… She snorted, reaching out and poking his shoulder a bit roughly before running faster, laughing when she heard the sound of his hoof beats speeding up as well.


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I learned that due to his lowly role in the pack he can't yet have a job or transform out of the lupus stage, just so you know! I had to rework a few things / 542 words


The scent of hay and horses surrounded him, as the midday sun shown through the barn windows, it's rays making the dust of the air sparkle in the light. His brow was furrowed, his mouth parted slightly in panting and his eyes traced the patterns the light made on the barn floor. Bored, he placed paw over paw and sighed. It had been a long morning.



Cheveyo had come to the stables early that morning to see his horse, who he could rarely ride since being sentenced to the rank of Itawamba. Yet upon seeing Chev, another pack member insisted he stay and perform a task for them in his lupus form. This was nothing new of course. Any pack member could call on him at any time, due to his new found title. Such was the price he paid for coming to AniWaya at Maska's side. Now, if he planned to stay and avoid the inevitable troubles at home in the Great Tribe he'd have to prove his worth.


So here he was, on a gorgeous day, playing guard dog to a herd of horses after having pulled up weeds from the garden with his teeth. He couldn't even busy himself with brushing them down or cleaning tack without the use of his Optime form with it's longer limbs and fine motor skills. Thus, he'd hunkered down to wait for the return of the stable worker who had set him about this pointless task. He couldn't help but feel a ping of resentment, reflecting on it now, but that was a near constant these days. Often he was so frustrated and bitter he'd rather stay at home then venture out into the tribe lands.



He stretched out his forelegs before him, flexing his claws and arching his back. He longed for the day when he would be free of these pointless missions, when he could hold his sword. Don't get him wrong, he loved to spend time in his lupus form and working with his hands, but when it was forced upon him it became another matter entirely. He grumbled unintelligibly to himself and stood, needing to do something, anything to set his mind at ease. Shaking himself, the hay that covered him fell to the ground.



The horses outside stirred and from farther off he heard whinnying. His ears perked, instantly sparked to life by the prospect of a new arrival. Anything to entertain him at this point would be a welcome sight. He was a patient man, not easily bored but he'd been under a lot of strain lately with the current pack dynamics. It was beginning to grate on his nerves.



He strode forward, wary of the newcomer. Perhaps it was one of the horse workers, come back to harass him and give him another pointless job. Maybe it was a horse owner who would treat him even more poorly. He really had no idea and these days he had to be careful. He didn't want to cause trouble that would come down on him later. Slowly, he came to the entrance, big barn doors standing wide, and peaked out around the corner. His dark nose showed first, followed shortly by his ashen blond fur, interspersed with copper highlights. His black ears swiveled, eyes darting out across the field.

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boooo, sorry for the wait. // +3 // Barn, dec. 10th


as the story is told,
Duke was getting a little bit more snippety and hyper active than normal in the presence of the new horses. His heels kicked up in the air every few running steps, and he even went so far as to stretch his neck out and nip at Dixie’s backside! The small white female yelped and swatted at his face, resulting in a whinnying laugh and his legs to move faster. With each beat, he drew closer and eventually passed her up. He was heading straight for the other equine in the field. Dixie yipped at him sharply, Get your behind back over here right now, Mister! You are getting’ a brush down before you go playin’ with them pretty girls an’ boys, aight?

One arm reached out and she grabbed a handful of his tail, tugging sharply and avoiding the hoof he sent flying in her direction. He eventually stopped and bounced around, bumping her with his head a few times as he followed her into the barn. The moment there was shade enough for their eyes to adjust, Duke threw his head up and snorted, shoving his body in front of Dixie’s and stomping his hooves in annoyance. The male wolf standing a few feet away wasn’t known and had surprised them both, causing the small stallion a bit of possessive aggression.

Dixie had to duck her head down to see under his neck, resting both hands on his shoulder and rubbing gently. Her light green eyes took in the large wolf, wondering why he was in lupus form in the barn…and if he was even a shifter. Hello there…I’m Dixie. This here is Duke. Sorry if we surprised you a bit, didn’t see or smell ya in here on the way in. She shrugged a little and stroked her fingers through Duke’s mane slowly, trying to calm him down.

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